Afterwards Lyrics – Root

[The tale at the end]
Clatter of hoofs, black robes,
Night falls on the land,
Neigh of horses, the scent of flame,

Leather, steel, and sweat.
Riders are hurrying through the dark plain,
Like a wind of destruction,
And behind them silence prevails again,

As they were not …
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Root Lyrics – Afterwards

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Afterwards